Enough that he was safe in that next room, never mind for what purpose he came.

She was near to him again.
She threw up her hands against the door, and leaned her face, her bosom on it.

Her throat was so dry that she felt choking; her heart--poor heart! could it bear this incessant throbbing pain?
She swallowed tears, and had some little bodily solace.
But if Totty should come! She hoped to be alone as long as he was there.

It was so sweet to be near him, and alone! And Totty did not come.

Of a sudden the opposite door opened.